Sam was falling, falling, falling—plunging through a cloudy morning sky while the wind buffeted his face and Thunder’s arms tightened around his waist.
'Why am I always falling off great heights these days…?'
With Thunder’s cheeks brushing against his, he was forced to drive back the scream that threatened to escape his lips. He hoped she didn’t notice how his arms shook while they wrapped around her shoulders either.
'Three times in just this past month… and I still can’t shake off this godsdamn fear.'
Sam wished he had the power to keep them both in the air. But even with Herculean’s help, he didn’t have the strength to defy gravity.
'Gods I wish I could fly… that would be epic.'